Shaded droplets upon the skin of morning that doesn’t pour light but where I’m blinded by the watercolor reflected of your hands that I paint by heart and in the absence of color in shades that pour over this morning of my skin…
Again this continues a vein that you have opened into your heart connected directly to your mind and then to the keyboard for us to read and enjoy. Beautifully expressed and gratefully accepted by your readers.
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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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This poem is as beautiful as the sunrise.
A wondrous, soft, serene awakening.
Love,
Joseph
Love,
Eileen
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